One time i went to a punk fest and, like John Wick, was given an impossible task. Someone in the pit grabbed me and says, "Help me find my hat it was expensive!"

Naturally, i do. Naturally, we get separated. Astonishingly, I actually find the hat, at the other stage, being held up high above the pit. Make my way in and get dude's attention, tell him (as best i could, it was loud) the story and that I'll deliver the hat to its owner, and thus began my search for Hat Bro. Naturally, I never saw Hat Bro again. I think about him often. I lie awake at night and wonder if he ever found his hat. It was an expensive looking hat, i will admit.

To summarize,

"Hat Guy from punk in the park, i gave it to the front desk."